Luka Tapi Tak Berdarah Novels & Stories

But that’s when I saw it. Blood. A thin stream, dark and wet, slid from her nose. Her nose. Not Katarina’s. Luce blinked. Touched her upper lip. Swore under her breath. “The fuck?” she muttered, wiping it with her thumb. Katarina’s eyes flicked to mine. Shaken. Silent. She slipped past Luce and into my room. Luce stared at the blood like she’d never bled from anything before. And I knew Luce didn’t bleed easily.

Chapter 19 Lucas POV My feet stopped in their tracks as I watched the scene in front of me with horrified eyes. It was something I never expected to watch till my last breath and something that would be my lifetime nightmare. Sara is screaming in her coma while her arms are covered in her own blood. Her crimson blood has stained the sheets and her gown while her cries of pain have gathered everyone. Luna Olivia stood beside her with tears in her eyes and her hands covered in Sara’s blood.

But when I shifted Gabriel in my arms, something warm and wet slid down my hip, soaking into the waistband of my leggings. I stopped walking. My breath caught in my throat. “Lila?” Luca’s brow furrowed. He took a step toward me. “What’s wrong?” I looked down. There was a spreading patch of crimson staining the pale fabric. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. “Lila?” Luca’s voice cracked. “Talk to me.” “I… ” My throat closed. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “I think…I’m bleeding.”

“Stay with me. Don’t close your eyes.” Her eyes fluttered weakly. Her lips moved, but her voice was barely a whisper. “I… can’t… too much…” “No!” Lucas shouted, his voice breaking. He pressed his hands against her wounds, desperate to stop the bleeding. Blood poured through his fingers. “You are not leaving us. Not now!” Kiran crawled closer, her face white with fear. “She needs blood,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “She’ll die without blood…” Leo’s chest tightened. His heart felt like it was tearing apart. A blood transfusion. That was the only way. But here, in the forest, with nothing but darkness around them, how could they?

The tires spat water in a spray behind them as they tore down the dock, the storm hammering the windows like fists. Inside, the smell of blood filled the cabin, hot and metallic, mixing with sweat, gunpowder, and the sharp tang of adrenaline that seemed to ooze from their skin. Luca groaned weakly, his head rolling against Noa’s shoulder, lips pale and cracked. “You okay?” Noa asked him, voice tight, almost panicked, his hands pressing down on the wound at Luca’s side. His hoodie was soaked in seconds, blood soaking through. Luca tried to answer but only managed a cough, blood spitting from his mouth, hitting the floor mat in dark splashes. The sound rattled deep, too deep.

– Aurora smiled happily. - Traffic jam. – Samson replied briefly. All three people quickly entered the house and chatted. When Aurora heard Samson say he had to go abroad to investigate, she was extremely worried because the airline service checked very strictly. Although Michael could help Samson and Lucasta forge documents, it was difficult for them to carry bottles of dried blood, and if Samson temporarily used Lucasta's blood, it wouldn't be enough. A human body is only about five to six liters of blood but Lucasta is so thin that Aurora is afraid the little girl will die before returning.

She didn't give herself a chance to catch her breath before she swung her sword dead-on at Lucas. A scream came out of Lucas' mouth. The two tentacles that belonged to Lucas promptly dropped to the ground. The base of the other two tentacles put up a brief fight before becoming completely motionless. The opening of the wound turned black, and the blood that was already there dried out very quickly, at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.

Fresh, dark red blood began to flow slowly from his temple, trailing across his sharp jawline and dripping onto the floor. "Lucas! What are you doing?!" Aria screamed hysterically. She instantly stepped forward, intending to approach the man who was now trembling violently on the floor. "Don't come near me, Aria!" Lucas barked, his voice raspy, deep, and shaking violently. He raised his head, revealing a heartbreaking look in his eyes. Cold sweat and blood mingled across his handsome face. His hand holding the glass shard trembled wildly, dripping blood from his own palm as he gripped its sharp edge.

--- “You’re bleeding.” I blinked, my vision still swimming from the exhaustion. Luca’s face hovered in front of mine, his brows furrowed. “It’s not my blood,” I muttered, wiping at my forehead and smearing more of the crimson mess across my skin. Mara snorted. “Yeah, that’s comforting.” Luca didn’t look amused. “You need to rest.” “I need to get out of here,” I shot back. “Then I’ll rest.” His jaw clenched. “Seraphina—”

“No, I won’t die as long as I break every bone in your body!” Luka shouted and rushed at Juan. The captain frantically raised his gun and pulled the trigger at Luka. Bang, bang, bang! After three shots, blood gushed from Luka’s body as he fell straight to the floor. The bullet holes in his body glowed with a strange silver light before Luka’s body shrank and turned into a puddle. Juan picked up his glass and finished the whiskey. Although Luka was dead, Juan’s shock remained. He urgently needed a drink to calm down.